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10.16.2012

The Hunt (9/10)

Sheila was awake and refreshed, smelling of flowers. The
additional three hours of sleep made her feel like she could accomplish
anything. She remained in the shallow
cave, buried in mounds of miscapeas. She
had a meal of nedronna clusters, giimi rounds, jhejichitomatoes and phanalaha
stalks. She
devoured the fruits and vegetables, feeling pleasantly full and energetic. Sheila downed her entire canteen, staring contentedly
at the moving dot on her handheld.
Apparently, the ruse worked; for according to the time, K’avir had been
chasing her hologram around the northeast sector for almost two hours, and then the dot stopped
moving. According to the topography, he
appeared to be in one of that sector’s deep holes. Not even concerned that he wouldn’t find his
way out, Sheila carefully climbed out of her cave and removed her clothes,
hiding them in the underbrush. Her hair
was wet and smashed against her head; she’d worry about it back on board the
ship. She secured her utility boots and
checked her bag: she had her canteen, lube hypos, a tranq, an adrenalin shot,
and plenty of nyhardeas and miscapea petals.
Sheila refilled her canteen with cold, rushing water from a nearby
waterfall. She put the pack on her back,
palmed her handheld, and hiked through the rainforest, headed towards K’avir’s location.

As she walked, ears on alert, she alternated munching
nyhardeas and nedronna clusters; the nedronna were soft juicy key lime bursts
and the juice slithered down her throat in tart rivulets.She wiped her mouth as she neared the hole,
carefully edging up to it.

“K’avir!”

He looked up, hands and feet buried in the mud. He was about a third of the way out of the
hole. “Shee-laah.”

Sheila looked over the edge. K’avir’s face bled, his arm was gashed and
bloody, and his chin green from being scraped raw. He was caked with dirt, filthy, and she knew
exactly what she was going to do. This round
would be immensely pleasurable, especially if he was coming out of his
fever. He knew her. He recognized her. He could speak her name. But she had to get him clean first. K’avir was normally extremely fastidious, as
was the way of Vulcans, and she understood one reason why the subject of pon
farr was so distressing for him. He abhorred
the idea of being dirty. Sheila leaned
over and bounced her breasts, feeling raunchy.
A few hours’ sleep and some energy-boosting vittles could do wonders for
a woman’s libido.

“Come on, baby.
Get out of that hole and come get into another one. I promise this one you’ll like.”

Seeing her lush, naked body fired his passion. A tight little growl escaped him and suddenly,
K’avir was moving quickly, hand over hand, making his way up, up, up…and then he
was free, out of the hole and chasing
his wife. Sheila was already on the run
after having ingested another nyhardea and an adrenalin shot. She ran to the clear blue lake, took off the
boots, and then gave herself a lubricant hypo.
She shoved miscapea petals into her mouth and chewed as she removed her
pack and tossed it nearby, unafraid. He
was coming, he was ready, and he was horny.
She welcomed the attention.

The leaves rustled. Sheila
stood on the edge of the lake, chewing, waiting for him. She wanted K’avir in the water so he could get
himself clean and to make this encounter enjoyable. They made love in the shower once, but now
Sheila wanted to try it in a tub. The ISS-E had no tubs, but the lovely blue-green lake of the Taini rainforest would suffice.
Her getting stuck wouldn’t be an issue, and if he passed out, she’d make
sure he was on his back so he wouldn’t drown.
Nyx’s words reverberated in her mind: There is nothing you can do short of murder that will harm him in this
state, and even then, you better be sure.
She had the rope in her bag; she’d tie one end to his leg and the other
to a tree to keep him from floating away.
Sheila spared a second’s thought as to the bumps, bruises, pulled
muscles and broken bones that K’avir would likely have after this was
over. She thought about the disruption
in her own diet and her own injuries. She would insist on a
week’s rest for them both, and the captain wouldn’t argue.

K’avir ran out of the bushes as fast as he could, already
on her. Sheila turned and dived into the
lake, knowing he was right on her heels.
She took a deep breath and dove, relishing the cool water and its indigenous
colors. Then suddenly, she changed direction
and swam towards the surface. She burst
out of the water and inhaled deeply before turning around. To her surprise, he wasn’t swimming towards
her as she expected. He was still in the
water, bobbing with the waves, staring at her with a strange expression on his
face. She giggled and started swimming circles
around him, and he turned to face her, coming for her when she changed
direction. Sheila stole a glance at the shore behind
her; the water was shallow there, and then she turned, dove, and
swam as fast as she could. K’avir was on
her, near her, by her and she surfaced right in front of him. The water ran off his gorgeous chocolate skin
in long dribbles and she thought for a second that he was the most beautiful
man she’d ever seen. He grabbed her and
put his arms around her waist.

“Sheelaah,” he
said. “Sheelah.”

She caressed his face, gazing into his eyes, looking for
a spark of recognition. Did he really
know who she was?

“Sheila,” he said again.

“K’avir, do you know me?
Do you know who I am? Do you recognize me?”

“Sheila,” he said, holding her tight. “Sheila.”

Whether he knew her or not didn’t matter. Sheila caressed his ears, making sure the
transmitter dot was still attached. “K’avir,
oh baby…” His hands were strong and she wantedneeded him. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed
a wet open-mouthed kiss against his lips.
A snarl escaped him and he pulled her close, moving his hands to grip
her hips, and found his way in. Sheila
grunted as she received him, as the entry was blunt but the fill was perfection. She was good and lubed and moaned uncontrollably. The combination of the fruit, the leaves and
the lubricant made her feel irrefutably powerful and sexy. The adrenalin would allow her to hang with
her horny husband. He thrust hard and
fast, staring at her. She held on to K’avir
and met his ambiguous amber gaze, searching for him. Was he in really in there? Was he here with
her? Was she being fucked by her Vulcan
husband? Or was she being manhandled by
a primitive entity? She really didn’t
know, but the act itself wasn’t at all displeasing…

Sheila
kissed him, not getting anything at first, but she loved his mouth and
continued to kiss. “I love you,
baby. I love…oooh, I looo—ooh!--oove….you…” There was little else she could say; somewhere
in his testosterone-fueled mind, she was sure K’avir was listening. He might not could do anything about it, but
he needed to know, to be reminded, that she loved him beyond reason. If he had no choice but to turn into little
more than an animal every seven years, she had no choice except to be by his
side, go through it with him and love him from beginning to end, and really…did
a choice even need to be made?

“Sheila,”
he said, holding her hips, her legs around his waist, bouncing her up and down in
the water. The buoyancy made it pleasurable
and not so rough. Sheila started kissing
him deeply, sticking her tongue in his mouth, rubbing her breasts across his
chest—a deep, low rumble emanated from his throat and she curled her toes into
the hard, tight muscles of his ass. “Sheila,”
he said again and this time was different.
She stopped kissing him and looked,
positive that she heard him in the
tone. She stared into K’avir’s eyes and
the shimmering honey amber irises revealed the same…it was him; her husband was coming back to her.